About the Hearth Father

Alfarrin, Heathen and Father of Hofstaðr Hearth. Well learned at lore, student of Old Norse and Icelandic, Deep and Spiritual Ecologist, and True Polytheist. Many-times Great Grandson of the Belgae, Ostrogothi, and Cruthin. Rune-wise stave and sign carver. Apologist for modern Polytheism.

"People will not look forward to posterity who never look backward to their ancestors."-Edmund Burke

"Christianity has emptied Valhalla, felled our sacred groves, extirpated our national image as a shameful superstition, as a devilish poison, and given us instead the imagery of a nation whose climate, laws, culture and interests are strange to us, and whose history has no connection with our own. A David or a Solomon lives in our popular imagination, but our own country's heroes slumber in learned history books."- George Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel

"Fearlessness is better than a faint-heart for any man who puts his nose out of doors. The length of my life and the day of my death were fated long ago."-Anonymous lines from 'For Scirnis'

"I think Scandinavian Paganism, to us here, is more interesting than any other. It is, for one thing, the latest; it continued in these regions of Europe till the eleventh century; 800 years ago the Norwegians were still worshippers of Odin. It is interesting also as the creed of our fathers; the men whose blood still runs in our veins, whom doubtless we still resemble in so many ways."- Thomas Carlyle

Kindred

Sunday, October 04, 2009

Hail, entire beam-work of the ancient roof of the sky; Hail, Wyrd-spirit that penetratest from sky to earth, From bright-homes above to dark-homes below, And from the broad, plowed earth Even into the midst of the Nine Worlds, To the uttermost bounds of Ice-Hel.

Hail, Nornic spirit that fills me and shakest me...That which shakes the branches of the Needle-Ash,That which moved the great cow and the father of giants.

Hail, beginning and end of irremovable Nature: Hail thou whose weaving moves the fire and rime,The iron and stones, the winds and salty waters, Those elements which untiringly render service To the rightful order of All.Hail, brightly shining Sun of Life, Whose radiance gladly gifts warmth to all, Hail, Moon shining from the night-roads With a white face of fickle brilliance; Hail all weal-wights of wind and sky,Hail hap-wights of earth and rushing stream.

Hail great, great incomprehensible web of Wyrd, Essence of the worlds, formed in a circle.Hail to you, spinning and twisting in the unseen, Having the form of water, of earth, of fire, Of wind, of light, of darkness, of beast, God and man, Star-glittering, damp-fiery-cold spirit.As you be forever whole, we will fain know our wholeness.